“Damn, dude,” gasped Gemma, as Irv worked his way in deeper. “You skip breakfast today or something?” She tasted like cocoa butter inside and out, and he was struggling not to nibble on her most sensitive parts as she squeezed his tongue. She’d pay him back double later if he did, and her teeth were much sharper than his. He’d learned that one the hard way.
She was sopping wet. Irv loved the way all her flavors were mixing together as he pressed his face against her vulva. Gemma’s skin was soft and smooth, shaven just that morning, and her slick lips kissed his muzzle while his tongue slipped through her ring. She let out a delighted squeak as his nose grazed her clit, kicking her feet and whining in feigned frustration. Her hand crept down her leg, but as her fingers closed in on their favorite rubbing spot, Irv smacked them away and playfully wagged of one of his own.
“You’re not allowed to touch ’til I’m finished,” he reminded her. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna grab the ropes and really take my time.” Gemma knew he meant it. This was nowhere close to his personal record, but the boy was insatiable. She was pretty certain he’d stay down there all day if she let him, and she was sure that she wouldn’t have a choice in the matter if she misbehaved.
“So what would you do if I decided to be bad?” She ran a toe across his fuzzy scalp as he glanced up from between her legs, planting a kiss directly on her pucker.
“I mean, I’d have to punish you,” he offered between successive smooches. He slid a finger in and pulled to the side, admiring her inner creases as she bit her lip. “I guess I’d need to train you again. Only good girls get to come.”
“Really? You wouldn’t let me come?” She pouted, jutting her lip as far as it would go, but it wasn’t very convincing. “That’s pretty mean, bro.”
“Not until you’d earned it, obviously. We’re not running a charity, here.”
“Suppose I came anyway? What then, tough guy? You gonna take it back from me?”
“Oh, then you’d really be in trouble. I’d make you do me next.”
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